That's why you dreamed of me.
You dreamed of me lying
like a woman before
intimacy. Was I
love? Was I wait?
Every time you perceived me
different but you called me
by the same name.
I was your cellar, your
descent. Your life,
your death, unresolved.
So in the morning you woke up
in defence of your destiny.
Of your bunch of keys,
of the doors you opened
and locked, of your cunning
colleagues. You left me beyond.
Like a boring story,
like the theft of the hearts
of others. Beyond you.
Like a thing.

Translated by Tania Calcinaro